Where there used to be my heart
Now there is a story untold
A story that couldn’t be shared with the world
A story that couldn’t be celebrated
It has no joy of a happy ending
And no glory of a great tragedy
Just a short story, of that what wasn’t meant to be
A story that lived and died In the air between us
As beautiful as it was, as heart wrenchingly beautiful as it was
We couldn’t write it down, couldn’t make it immortal
It lives in me now, right where my heart used to be
I traded my heart for this smoke of a story
And I light my chest on fire each night
To keep it alive in me.
-N
Photographer Unknown
Poetry Copyright 2016, Opinionated Head
February 20, 2017 at 11:27 am
Gorgeous, haunting and melancholy
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February 20, 2017 at 11:36 am
melancholy… I have always liked that word. Thank you!
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February 20, 2017 at 12:26 pm
Superb though full of pathos and loved the picture too apt for your great poem.
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February 20, 2017 at 5:46 pm
Thank you!
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February 20, 2017 at 6:43 pm
Welcome.
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February 20, 2017 at 3:43 pm
Loved it!
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February 20, 2017 at 5:47 pm
Thanks!
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